Fox's Glade there will be ghosts in the dark and voices in the air

There was something comforting about the night. Ecael had always been a creature who favoured the darkness, choosing to hide away until the sun had set and the land was lit by faintest moonlight. It was then she prowled, slinking through shadow of unfamiliar woodland and eager to maintain her secrecy.

She rarely stayed in the same place long, purely because she didn't want to be seen. Ecael saw the way the purebloods looked at her, at times with distaste and others with pity, and it insensed her. She'd long since realised that there was no place for her among them - wolves and coyotes alike - and as such, was destined to wander from place to place with no care for anyone but herself until the black coyote of Inlé chose to call her name.

A vixen barked and scurried away somewhere among the foliage, and Ecael acknowledged the noise with a simple cant of an obsidian lobe. She pressed on in pursuit of the mouse that continued to evade her, her nose roving the leaf litter as she snuffled at the earth in search of its freshest trail. With the discovery of the hollow that her snack had likely disappeared into, the sterling hybrid growled softly in defeat as she turned away with a furrowed brow.

She lifted her head and stopped abruptly as her gaze found the dark, narrow features and burnished eyes of someone she recognised immediately. "Mouse gone," she muttered aloud for Tadec to hear, her frustration suddenly intensified as she recalled their differing opinions on their shared blood, "I find rat instead."